The wallIt was really early in the morning. I could feel the chill of outside in my skin. I opened my eyes and went to close the window, when I saw the wall. It was the same wall that brought me some blurry memories. It was the same wall that I had played with my ball with it. The same wall that made me imagine what was outside now as a 13 year old.
All I remember of the blurry memory I mentioned before was very painful and I don´t like to remember it. I was being held and the person who holding me was running towards the wall. I was crying my heart out. The person was with someone else. One of them got up and went to the top of the wall and tried to bring the other person with it but it was difficult since I was in the arms of that person. I was grabbed by the other person when people with arms came and the other person was shot and fell to the other side. No! screamed the person grabbing me. Started to run until she was shot in the leg it ran and hid in a corner of a house. It kissed m